Fate

Fuuko: “Work with me, Mi-chan.”
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Kirisawa Fuuko looked around anxiously at the rowdy men in the bar, cheering and barking in laughter as they clinked their bottles together over perfectly shallow matters. She was never a big fan of bars due to the countless verbally sexual abuses she had encountered in every single one of these drinking places. College had been bad enough, but now that she was a fully grown woman, the red drunken eyes were penetrating through her clothes and imagining her luscious nudity more than ever.

That was precisely why she had asked for protection tonight.

Of course, her protector wasn’t really a very willing subject, but since no once else was available to accompany her for a few drinks, she had no choice.

“You know, a little smile or two won’t actually kill you, Mi-chan,” she sighed, taking a sip from her martini. “I’m not exactly enjoying your company as much as you think I am, so at least try to humor me while we’re here.”

He gave her an unappreciative growl, and folded his arms across his chest. “If you must know, the only reason I agreed to come along with you guys to this trip is because Hanabishi practically dragged me from my apartment. I’m not really in the mood for a reunion with you all, much less one that’ll last for three days.” He pointed towards the ceiling. “If Yanagi-san hadn’t asked me to accompany you down here tonight, I would be comfortably lying in my bed in our hotel upstairs instead of playing bodyguard for you in this stinking hub of male machismo.”

Fuuko grinned and tugged at the hem of her skirt, flashing him her trademark hundred-megawatt smile, which somehow stayed with her even now that she was no longer in high school. “Aw, c’mon, Mi-chan. Don’t tell me you didn’t miss me a tiny little bit when we all went our separate ways after college.”

“I didn’t.”

She shook her long purple locks and laughed, setting down her glass on the table between them. “I’ve always liked your devil-may-care charisma,” she said sarcastically. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Really.” He gave her an amused smirk. “I can’t say the same for you, though. I guess white blouses and denim microshorts are out of style now.”

“I’m twenty-six, Mi-chan. Do you want me to go parading around like a fourteen-year-old?” She chuckled. “Besides, you’re not so young yourself. You are—“

He raised his eyebrows at her sudden halt in speech, wondering why her eyes were widening at the entrance to the pub behind him. “I am…?”

“My savior,” she hissed, and to his surprise, she abruptly stood up and took him by the hand.

Mikagami Tokiya couldn’t find anything to say as his shock overwhelmed him immensely. Fuuko had dragged him to the darker back part of the pub, where everything was a bit more sober and a little less in the partying mood.

Unless you consider countless moaning couples hidden in the shadows “less” than partying.

Tokiya still couldn’t find his voice until Fuuko pushed him down the chair of an empty booth, her eyes looking frantically worried. The musky air of sensuality hung low in the atmosphere and was fast enveloping him, invigorating his every sense and stimulating his manly urges. The enticing sound of couples purring and groaning for all it’s worth was barely more than he could take.

At last, when Fuuko sneaked an anxious glance at the doorway for the umpth time, Tokiya’s throat finally cleared up. “What the hell are we doing here?”

“Shh!!!” Fuuko waved her hand shakily in front of his face, still not sparing him a single glance. She remained there, standing in front of him, looking past his shoulder at the entrance from where they came. “Sit still and cooperate for a bit, will you?”

He frowned. “How am I supposed to—“

“Oh my god!” Fuuko gasped and Tokiya’s eyes widened, completely taken by surprise.

Because at that instant, Fuuko had sat down on his lap, straddling him, her skirt hiking up to where it shouldn’t be. Tokiya couldn’t deny the huge lunge in his stomach as her full breasts propped up against his chest, and he cursed himself for finding that the warmth radiating from her cottoned core, barely inches from the bulge in his pants, was making him dizzy with lust. And for Fuuko, at that.

For the last time, Tokiya tried to regain his composure and self-control. “Fuuko, what the hell are—“

He was silenced again, however, by the feeling of her right hand caressing his lap, slowly moving up towards his inner thigh, her fingers gingerly marking the fabric of his pants. Tokiya found himself swallowing heavily, wanting so badly to do what everyone else in the room was doing, and yet longing to get Fuuko off him as soon as possible. Having her within a five-mile radius near him was definitely too dangerous and too much for him to handle.

He noticed, however, that despite the slow and sensuous way she was touching him, Fuuko still had her eyes consciously fixed to the doorway, and when he heard footsteps approaching them in the dark, his shock took hold of him again as Fuuko immediately kissed him passionately.

His eyes wide open, he fought to keep his restraints as Fuuko hungrily devoured his mouth. He found himself enjoying, against his will, how she licked his upper and lower lips and pushed his mouth open with her tongue, slowly circling the inside of his mouth with tantalizing licks. She swept his mouth thoroughly and was soon battling to entangle his own tongue with hers, and as he fought to keep still and not yield to her, he saw her eyes flick open and peer at the doorway again. She obviously didn’t like what she saw, because she fretfully started kissing him more roughly, trying hard to elicit a groan from him.

He wouldn’t let her, not when he still didn’t know what was happening.

Fuuko, after teasing his tongue long enough, seemed to realize that Tokiya wasn’t about to give up any time soon, so her hand on his thigh instantly shot up to squeeze the growing lump in his crotch heartily. She heard Tokiya hold back a surprised and pleasured gasp into her mouth, but it wasn’t enough for her.

She irritably broke their heated kiss long enough to breathe out, “Work with me, Mi-chan.” Then, she claimed his mouth again and pressed her hot center against his arousal with all the force she had. This time, Tokiya really did moan, and a throaty one at that. Fuuko gave herself a mental handshake, and she opened her eyes just in time to see the guy she’d been staging all this for walk away.

She instantly peeled herself from Tokiya and stood up, licking her lips. “That was close!”

Tokiya looked up weirdly at her, panting, wondering why on earth she just did what she’d done. And now, she was grinning and smiling at him like everything was normal, like she hadn’t just made him hornier than he’d ever been in months. To turn him on and start up the heat and then not finish it just like that was just cruel. He never thought Fuuko could be such a temptress.

A bloody tease, too.

Tokiya remained in his seat for a moment, taking in everything that just happened between his friend and him, and trying to divert his attention from her heaving breasts and the memory of how her warmth had snuggled comfortably against his covered manhood. He tried hard to think of other things to let his evident arousal die down, and he found it to be the hardest thing he’d ever done.

And he’d done a lot of difficult shit in his life. The Uroubatousatsoujin alone was proof enough.

Fuuko must have realized what Tokiya was trying to do, and all of a sudden, the reality of the moment and what she’d just done dawned on her, and her face blushed like she hadn’t blushed since elementary school. Here she was, on a three-day trip with her friends she hadn’t seen in four years, in a dingy love shack with the icy Mikagami Tokiya, and she’d just teased him more than she’d ever teased anyone before.

It was all she could do to run out of the bar and lock herself up in her hotel room upstairs.

She looked warily at him. “I suppose you want me to start explaining.”

Tokiya shot her a look of death, still panting. “God yes.”

“Well,” Fuuko sat down on the chair beside him, staring hard at the dirty floor filled with condom wrappers and other sexual paraphernalia. “While we were talking a while back, an ex just walked in and spotted me,” she explained, blushing when Tokiya grunted in frustration and understanding. “He was never really good to me. It was all fun and games at the beginning, but it started becoming too much for me. All he wanted was, well, you know what guys want.”

Yes, I know what guys want, Tokiya mused, his eyes involuntarily traveling down to the center of her skirt between her legs. “I’m more surprised that you let him do what he wanted to do.”

Fuuko looked up at him with embarrassed eyes. “Guys aren’t the only ones who want that, Mi-chan. We…”she trailed off, mulling over the thought in her head and looking for the right words to say. “We girls…enjoy it as much as you guys do once in a while.”

I can tell, Tokiya snapped back mentally again, and he realized he’d been staring at Fuuko’s crotch more intently than ever. He immediately averted his gaze towards a used condom on the floor. He cringed. What the hell kind of a place was this?

“I’m really sorry, Mi-chan,” Fuuko said earnestly, taking his silence as a sign of spite for her. “I really didn’t know what to do. I mean, I had no idea how to make him go away.” She bit her lip, studying Tokiya’s expression. It was, to her dismay, as blank and expressionless as usual. She sighed, and decided to just go back to being bouncy. “I guess it’s a good thing you were with me tonight. Imagine if it had been Recca, or god forbid, Domon! Or even Yanagi!” She chuckled.

Tokiya gritted his teeth and tried desperately to shake off the mental image of Fuuko and Yanagi doing…more than friendly things to each other in that dark corner of the pub. He immediately stood up and made a move to leave. “Next time, Fuuko, ask.”

At this, he saw her give him an extremely sly smile. He watched as she walked up towards him until he could feel the heat from her body, and found himself speechless and immobile once again. “If there is a next time, of course. I’ll ask before I—“ her hand slowly crept down to his center, her fingers gently hovering a few centimeters above his crotch, “—do anything.”

Tokiya stared at her mischievous eyes, and when she giggled jokingly at him and slapped his back, he realized he’d been anticipating her fingers grabbing him with much gusto. He groaned inwardly and shook his head when the moment had passed and Fuuko was already by the door, waiting for him.

Damn it, Fuuko…what did you just do? He sighed and silently followed her to the exit.